So... We're not in the dungeon. What do we do now?
You may as well hack yourself to pieces with that stab of metal you call your weapon...(sighs and sits down)
(another awkward smile) Just don't get on her bad side and we should do fine.
...I've heard that.
(to Norman, completely deadpan) Totally handsome you are.
edited 15th Aug '12 4:09:19 PM by FergardStratoavis
-Mime sits down in front of the two-
"I see... Fiction... Where I come from, we don't have knights. At least, not anymore. We just have policemen..."
" -To Cloud- Err... well, we're used to the gentle approach. I'm just paranoid of everything... cause everything has killed me before..."
edited 15th Aug '12 4:20:14 PM by Tatsumar
Deer

-Nods- Cloud Strife. I file papers.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist